Chapter 333: Slaying Two Beauties, Severely Wounding and Fleeing

Wang Yu’s ears twitched.

Ding Ming’s spiritual sense message flooded in.

“Brother Wang, the Rakshasa Heavenly Demonic Bell is in Zhuo Shouyun’s hands. It’s currently in a dormant state, unable to unleash its true power. At most, it functions as a high-grade magic treasure.

“Furthermore, there’s half of the *True Rakshasa Demonic Scripture* in the jade slip as compensation.

“This whole affair was not my intention, Ding Ming. Let’s consider our past grievances settled.”

Wang Yu reached out and took the jade slip, but he had no time to examine it. Most of his attention was focused on the Nine Dragon Divine Fire, only diverting a wisp of his spiritual sense to receive the message.

Both events occurred simultaneously.

The moment the Twelve Phases of Guanghan truly clashed with the Nine Dragon Divine Fire, Long Xingyun’s expression changed dramatically. Only then did he truly comprehend the power of a top-tier divine ability.

As the Frost Moon swept across, the twelve phases transformed into wondrous phenomena.

Beneath the palace, beside the osmanthus tree.

A cold bridge stood firm, an immortal figure holding a bow. Behind their head hung a jade plate inscribed with ruyi patterns, a jade axe at their lower back, and a Frost Sword at their waist. Their immortal jades fluttered, creating a vision unlike anything of the mortal realm.

A cute, hopping rabbit leaped into the bow, transforming into an arrow. Instantly, it emanated a premonition of death that made one's hair stand on end; merely meeting its gaze caused a sensation of mental rigidity.

“Whoosh—”

The moment the arrow shot forth, all the myriad anomalies in the sky vanished, merging into this single arrow. Frost descended, as if intending to freeze cracks into the very void.

The nine fiery dragons, though not yet struck, began to wail. Their temperature rapidly dropped, and frost surprisingly adhered to their flames, transforming them into nine ice dragons.

They shattered instantly!

The arrow's momentum remained undiminished. In half a blink, it swiftly struck Long Xingyun, blooming like a flower of frost and emitting a crackling, freezing sound.

At this sight,

The crowd gasped, finally understanding why Zhuo Shouyun had told Long Xingyun to retreat. Under Wang Yu’s spiritual sense perception, he found that Long Xingyun’s life force still persisted.

The Nine Dragon Divine Fire had, after all, weakened the power of the Twelve Phases of Guanghan.

Otherwise, Long Xingyun would surely have died.

Wang Yu’s immense strength was beyond everyone’s predictions. Outside the formation, Zhuo Shouyun did not stop Ding Ming from escaping; instead, he re-concealed himself, moving to a different hidden position.

This method of concealment was highly sophisticated; even Wang Yu’s spiritual sense secret arts could not detect any flaws. Zhuo Shouyun’s voice continued to ring out.

“Jian Nanxing, after this move, Wang Yu must be in a weakened state! Quickly! Kill him!”

Though his assessment was correct, Jian Nanxing’s will was not so easily swayed. Even as a subordinate, he was a genius with Nascent Soul potential and would not sacrifice his life for Zhuo Shouyun’s objectives.

Therefore,

He merely brandished a Geng Metal Sword Qi for show, then retreated towards the edge of the space-sealing formation. Let whoever wanted to kill Wang Yu do it; he was out. After seeing what happened to Long Xingyun, Jian Nanxing understood his own life was just as precious!

At the same time,

The Feng sisters’ expressions also changed abruptly. The elder sister gritted her teeth and said,

“Hurry, we can’t use displacement techniques here.”

However, Feng Niaoniao, the younger sister, was still complaining.

“How can this Wang Yu be so strong? Is he about to form his Nascent Soul?! If I had known... I wouldn’t have agreed to Young Master Yun’s request.”

“Watch out!”

She had time to complain but didn’t notice that Wang Yu hadn’t taken the opportunity to kill Long Xingyun. Moving with the speed of the Aurora Escape Art, he passed by the frost blooming on the lake surface.

Wang Yu casually threw a demonic seed into it. This person possessed a Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, an opportunity not to be missed.

Within a few breaths, he had already appeared behind Feng Niaoniao.

“What!”

In her horror, she subconsciously spat out a Wind Spirit Pearl to counter, only to see a stream of Yellow Springs Sword Qi strike it, splitting the already degraded Wind Spirit Pearl into a low-grade magic treasure.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Feng Niaoniao cried out in terror,

“No... don’t kill me, I was wrong.”

“Wrong? You deserve to die.”

Her flesh exploded, then instantly re-coalesced into a few blood orbs. Wang Yu held her dull, bluish Golden Core in his hand and collected it all into his Heart of the Sea Ring.

His figure flashed again.

The elder Feng sister’s body stiffened as immense killing intent surged from behind her. In the last moments of her consciousness, she only saw a rapidly enlarging blood-colored fist.

Minor Asura Killing Fist!

—Instantly defeated!

This time, a headless corpse was left behind. Wang Yu deliberately threw it into the Spirit Nurturing Coffin, adding extra “meals” for his twin corpses.

In the blink of an eye, the encirclement team was either dead or unconscious.

However, Wang Yu did not believe he had truly secured victory. Zhuo Shouyun’s core forces had not suffered much damage, and Long Xingyun was still alive.

The immediate priority was to break open this damned formation.

He took a few breaths.

The continuously recovering spiritual power within his body surged into his eyes. The third stage of the Taiyin Nether Pupils, the Moonfall Eye Technique, was charging...

“Young Master Yun, something is wrong. Use that move directly.”

After Jian Nanxing left the formation, he called out across the distance.

The five formation maintainers, positioned in different directions, immediately understood that the time had come. Their spiritual power surged in more violently.

At this moment,

Zhuo Shouyun, hidden in the shadows, wore a ferocious expression, unable to maintain his usual demeanor of having everything under control.

He couldn’t help but think of the renowned late-stage Nascent Soul grand cultivator of Coldblood Peak — Immortal Ice Soul!

The *Ice Soul Holy Demonic Scripture*... this was left behind by her after she fragmented ancient scriptures to fill Coldblood Peak’s scripture repository. Her true self had been secluded from the world for a long time.

The divine ability, Twelve Phases of Guanghan, had an even more mysterious origin. How could a cultivator of humble origins casually comprehend it?

He remembered.

This was the inheritance left by the Taiyin Sect, the second hegemon of this world after the collapse of the ancient immortal dynasty. This could only be Zhuo Shouqing’s doing. To lose in such a situation truly left him unwilling, and he finally let out a long sigh.

“Begin, Spatial Rupture Waves.”

This matter was actually an accident.

Zhuo Shouqing couldn't foresee Wang Yu's potential; he just habitually did everything he could.

Furthermore, he couldn’t extend favors to a late-stage Nascent Soul grand cultivator; his status wasn’t high enough, unless he could win this decisive battle.

So, what he secured for Wang Yu was a title.

The title of a candidate for the Twelve Elders of Coldblood Peak!

Counting the four Nascent Soul Old Ancestors of Coldblood Peak, all of them ascended from the position of the Twelve Elders. Therefore, the peak’s inheritances they studied all contained a top-tier divine ability.

The Twelve Phases of Guanghan was one, and the Ten Directions Frozen Devil Fist was another.

This was an unwritten rule that existed since Coldblood Peak was established, differing from the situation in other peaks. Each of the nine peaks’ inheritances had its own hidden path to advancement.

Otherwise, how could the master-disciple faction have risen?

To be able to contend with the Holy Sect’s family factions, one must undoubtedly receive support from the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect’s profound heritage. Otherwise, even if you struggle for a thousand years, it would be futile.

This matter was unknown to Zhuo Shouqing, and also to Wang Yu.

It was purely coincidental.

Returning to the scene, the “Spatial Rupture Waves” referred to the ripples generated within the space locked by the formation. While unable to tear space apart,

they could exert a crushing force.

The five late-stage Core Formation cultivators also exerted immense effort, relying on the effects of the formation flags, to barely achieve this.

Wang Yu, who was channeling power, instantly felt his scalp tingle.

Spatial ripples, visible to the naked eye like water waves, spread rapidly. Even with the Aurora Escape Art, dodging them was impossible.

Too fast!

“Ugh...”

He let out a muffled groan.

After being swept by the ripples, Wang Yu found his arm stretched like a noodle, his nerves losing their ability to perceive and control.

His usual unparalleled divine strength was utterly useless against this kind of power; brute force was futile!

When his arm was stretched to its limit, the furthest finger was over a hundred meters from him. Starting from the fingertips, it began to split into paper-like strips, as if fed into a shredder.

There wasn't even any blood gushing out, making it extremely eerie.

Seeing his own legs also begin to stretch and rapidly extend towards his torso, Wang Yu finally couldn't bear it any longer.

These privileged brats had far too many tricks up their sleeves. Before coming in, he had worried about accidentally killing Zhuo Shouyun, but now it seemed he had truly been short-sighted.

To contend with this group, he realized one needed to consider not only methods of the same cultivation stage,

but also their extraordinary hidden reserves. To kill them, one could only win by surprise. How infuriating!

Pushing his spiritual power to its limit, only reserving what was needed for the Aurora Escape Art, Wang Yu’s heart stirred.

“—Moonfall!”

Just as he was watching Wang Yu being engulfed by the Spatial Rupture Waves,

Zhuo Shouyun had just let out a sigh of relief, regretting that Long Xingyun’s fate was unknown.

The sky suddenly darkened.

When he looked up, his pupils involuntarily contracted.

The moon... falling?

A grayish-white meteorite, nearly ten kilometers in size, radiated a hazy moonlight, breaking through the topmost layer of crimson clouds and generating countless rings of air currents.

It was hurtling down towards the formation.

“This—”

Cold sweat dripped from Jian Nanxing’s forehead. Unsure what kind of divine ability this was, he immediately rode his sword light and fled into the distance.

As for Zhuo Shouyun... what young master... what promises.

Escaping was paramount... gulp!

The five individuals strenuously maintaining the edge of the formation were even more horrified. To unleash the Spatial Rupture Waves, their spiritual power had been depleted to its lowest point.

In their peak state, they might have considered defense.

Now... they were truly terrified.

And when someone withdrew, it immediately triggered a chain reaction. The five individuals successively disconnected from the formation, but alas, it was too late.

Moonfall was a summoning eye technique; this meteorite was a genuine extraterrestrial object, only achievable by using the faint connection between the Taiyin Nether Pupils and the Taiyin Star.

Even so, Wang Yu still consumed another top-grade spiritual power pill to restore his inner spiritual energy.

“Crack—”

The formation’s light barrier, having lost its energy source, instantly developed spiderweb-like cracks upon impact. After a moment of stalemate, it shattered with a roar.

Wang Yu’s body, distorted by the spatial power, could not revert to normal; it looked as if he had been born that way. Fortunately, the Spatial Rupture Waves had disappeared.

He wielded the Yellow Springs Demonic Sword with his left hand, severing all the mutated limbs. Once his “Yin Blood Pill” reformed within him, recovering from such severe injuries wouldn’t be difficult.

It would, however, require a considerable amount of time, as his peak third-stage physique had only recently been achieved, and its recovery would demand much more energy.

The severed flesh that could be burned was instantly incinerated on the spot. Anything that couldn’t be immediately destroyed was collected, to be used later for filling Earth Resentment Puppets.

All of this happened in a flash.

Wang Yu, now with only one arm, swiftly transformed into a streak of aurora. He deliberately passed by Long Xingyun’s “frost bloom” and collected it into his Glazed Ice Heart Pagoda.

If he could successfully refine it, he could directly absorb the person’s Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, further perfecting his Profound Origin Demonic Embryo!

It could be considered a fruitful harvest.

As for the remaining individuals, he was no longer able to fight. His meridians throbbed with a faint stinging sensation; this time, he had truly used all his strength and every trump card.

“Zhuo Shouyun, I will come for you!”

With that, the aurora completely vanished, and the moon meteorite also fully descended.